It’s the coldest night we’ve had so far.
There was much on the farm to be done.
Much to do before they could go.
To a people in need.
There is winterizing the well.
Because cows can not live with out water.
There are instructions and lists to be made.
Nieces and High School students willing to help.
To rise before dawn in the bitter cold.
And to think my farmer is letting it all go.
He is willing to push aside the anxiety.
The fear of something going wrong.
To head to a people made in the image of God.
The same as you and me.
Yet so needy.
A people who live and breathe and have their being.
He is going again.
He’s taking a whole team this time.
Because when you’re moved deep in the soul you can’t shake the desire.
You’ve got to go.
So he is.
So is she.
They’re taking the farm boy.
And there, in the land of Haiti, they will give of themselves.
They will leave behind death and the cancer.
They will leave behind classes and bills.
The stresses of this life.
Will you join me in praying?
Seeking wisdom from the God of the Universe.
The one who called all these people into being.
The One who knows the plan.
The One who asks us to go.
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.